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Rob Roy
Rob Roy
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Rob Roy
Rob Roy
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Luke Walker
Luke Walker
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Just a big boy With a big bike And a big bitch With the big tike Got my lips poked 'Coz I sip life Tell me when to go; gotta get this right When I'm feelin' old 'cos it look just like Limpin' demention as if As an infant I'm distant, yet instant Simultaneously, explain this to me Maybe it's famous to be or Maybe that ain't what we'll see Pick somethin', stick somethin' in it With the engine runnin' One hundred, two hundred, Three hundred miles on an empty stomach I'm on it, been on it, Y'all just ain't in on it Yet shown that bits on the fence Of the wrong home The fits fixed a rit fits, So hints, I'm exempt goin' Pussy in my lap Bird in the sack Fur in my cap Fur, fur in my cap Exactly gone in dat me Whether that be at a track meet Or actually right here in back of me If y'all catchin' the beat, then I'm glad to be Leaving a thing called happening But naturally there ain't happily- Ever-after might last a week In fact it seems too fast to be, Bad to me, that could mean One or two screws unfastening That's blasphemy or fascinating, Depending on how I go about debating And stands with out sayin', since I was finna, Not to be biased or the slightest in the middle But if I ain't talkin bout' shootin things you can think I was shootin blanks so I sank in the little yellin' Pussy in my lap Bird in the sack Fur in my cap Fur, fur in my cap I'm tryin' to told you But y'all is getting older And getting closer to never getting over While I keep on getting swoh-ler Pretty soon I'll leave this boulder By boasting my boldest blues To boost me into an orbit, Origin: the course of the future As an institution of proven truth Or at least its ruins Until I ruin you, That's assuming that my seam's undoin' And while it seems unhuman I do intend to pursue this end As a means of tuning and through the lens Of the newest trends And I got that latest, latest Tasteless made in my homeboy basement With an 808 bass kick to fade The whip and the shades of makeup For the sake of making a face With a blanket statement in place Of a major facelift. In layman's terms Let's just learn by saying Pussy in my lap Bird in the sack Fur in my cap Fur, fur in my cap
Writer(s): Luke Walker, Rob Roy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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